Dating is like shopping for shoes

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My five-year old daughter decided to ask me a question about dating while I was taking a shower. She asks a lot of questions and has been known to interrogate me when I am indisposed. Her little voice piped through the bathroom as she swung the door open wide, letting in a waft of cold air.

“Mama, do you have to be married to go on a date?”

My husband and I had recently gone on a “date,” which is always a big deal in our house. We have to plan the date for weeks in advance to make sure neither of us has other commitments and to schedule one of our preferred babysitters. So now my little one equates dating with being married.

I tell her over the sounds of the shower, “No Sweetheart, lots of people who aren’t married go on dates.”

“Do you have to marry the person you date?”

“Can we wait and talk about this when I get out of the shower?”

“But if I don’t ask now, I’ll forget.”

I can understand. My brain often works like that too. “Okay then, no you don’t have to marry the person you date.”

“Then why do people date?”

Now I have conditioner in my eyes and all I can think about is how I can hurry this little conversation along and I say the sentence that has since come back to bite me. “Dating is like shopping for shoes, Dear.”

“What do you mean Mama?”

“Well, you know when you shop for shoes, you have to try on the shoes, see if they fit, see if they’re comfortable for everyday or just for special occasions.” I was on a roll with my simile now. “You want to see if they’re constructed to last or if they’ll fall apart at the seams. It helps if they’re attractive too and flexible enough to go with more than one of your outfits. Of course, you want to make sure they’re worth the price– you have to live with your choice afterall. Understand?”

“Yeah, sure Mama.” And she was off to play with her sister.

I reveled in my own cleverness for most of the day, until later that evening my daughter overheard my husband and I arguing, over what I can’t even remember now.

“Daddy!” she interrupted. “Can’t you see Mama’s feet hurt. Do you want her to have to go shopping again?”

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My Novel

Did you know that I recently completed a science-fiction novel for the young adult market? It is the first book of an intended series (but stands as a complete novel by itself), and I am outlining the second installment now. A quick summary of the book is below:

SECRETS OF HOPELIGHT, takes place in a future where daytime temperatures can boil your blood and enormous human-devouring insects dominate the night. What is left of the human race survives in technology-driven cave communities known as enclaves. Dozens of enclaves are networked and managed by The Company, an organization that came to power long ago by developing a revolutionary microchip that eliminated disease. Now the chip exists inside the body of every man, woman and child and for the good of mankind, all life sustaining resources are carefully monitored and distributed by The Company.

This is the extraordinary world of self-proclaimed “ordinary” girl, 13-year old Nubbin Beck, who spends her nights in school training to be a productive member of society. Her deadline for choosing a livelihood is fast approaching but nothing interests her, certainly not bug farming. After her family risks their lives to rescue a stranger from the desert: an ex-Company employee thought to be dead, Nubbin struggles to keep the fugitive hiding in her home a secret.

When he regains consciousness he has plenty to say about The Company and their insidious plans for the microchip. If what he says is true, how can she stay silent and not warn her friends and their families? Determined to uncover the truth, thwarted at every turn, Nubbin evolves from reluctant teen into strong-willed heroine, but she finds her particular questions are not only prohibited, they can be deadly and the biggest secret of all—is about her.